Harry Potter and the Forgotten Friends

CHAPTER THREE: DETENTION!!

As soon as the two kids were told to leave the office, they knew that it was going to get good. They stood outside of the principal's office, with their ears against the door. They were trying to hear what the adults were saying. When they couldn't hear what they were saying, they retired to the chairs near the door to the main office.

After twenty minutes, they were still sitting there. Harry was sitting sideways on his chair, while Riley was doing the opposite. She had slid all the way down her chair, until her head was practically sitting on the chair pad, and was sitting on her backpack. Time dragged on slowly. They were there so long, that even the secretaries were gone…for a lunch break. Riley huffed and Harry rolled his eyes.


"What do you think they're doing in there? I'm so bored. Is there anything fun to do in this little office?" Harry mumbled, looking from the principal's office to the outside world; outside the office. Riley snapped out of her 'state of mind' and looked at Harry. She shrugged her shoulders and slowly got up off the ground. She looked at Harry.

"Harry! Watch that window. If anyone is coming at this office, tell me, right away!" Riley snapped. Harry nodded. He got up from his position and looked out the window. Riley walked over to one of the computer screen. She smirked at what was on the screen. It was the attendance record. She smiled and put the mouse in her hand. She flicked through the screen until she reached one 'special' attendance sheet.

The next thing that was heard in the office was a 'Click. Click. Click.' All the A's under Harry's name was gone with a 'pop.' With a few more click's all the A's had appeared under Dudley's name. "Here comes the secretary!" Harry said. Riley gasped, and clicked the mouse fast, until she reached where the attendance record was before. She was just about to leave the chair when the door opened. And… the secretary walked in. She looked at Harry and Riley, and back at each other.


She stormed over to her, and glared down at her. "What have you been doing, *kid*?"She snapped, she walked over to the chair and hung over Riley. Riley smiled innocently…well…tried to. The secretary smirked and grabbed Riley's arm. "HEY!" She shouted. She got up out of the chair and was dragged into the principal's office, right behind the secretary.

The principal's office door flung open with a 'bang!' All the verbal fights that had been going on inside the office stopped; as they all turned and looked at the person who had just burst into the little office. Mrs. Black stared at the secretary, while Mr. And Mrs. Dursley's stared at Mrs. Black. The principal raised her eyebrow and looked at the secretary with a look of question etched on her face.

"Mrs. Hasbro? What is the meaning of this? As you can see… I'm having a conference with some parents over an incident that happened today." Mrs. MacNeil sighed, shaking her head. The secretary smirked and then she grabbed someone from behind her and pulled her out in front of her. The secretary huffed and glared down at Riley. In response, Riley scowled at everyone, except her mother, then she crossed her arms across her chest and started to tap her foot on the ground below.

Everyone stared at her, except her mother: who was trying to hold back at laugh at what her daughter was doing right now. Mrs. MacNeil rolled her eyes. 'This is going to be a long conference. Better get comfortable in this chair.' She thought, as she placed her elbows on the desk and put her head in her palms, and looked into Riley's black eyes. "Alright Riley. Now, tell me. What did you do to upset Mrs. Hasbro so much?" She asked, hoping to get an answer out of the already angry and fuming child.

Riley looked straight back into the principal's blue eyes. Mr. And Mrs. Dursley's huffed and glared down at Riley. They had now figured out that Riley saw the girl who had given Dudley a broken nose. "I didn't do anything at all," Riley started off, getting tired of everyone staring at her. "All I need was sit down in her chair and look at what was on her computer screen. Then, she stormed in and blew this all out of portion!" Riley yelled at everyone.

The Dursley's looked over at Riley, which a look of disgust. Riley returned the look, right back at them. They huffed out of shock and then 'tried' to swell up in all the pride, they thought they had. Right then, Petunia got so angry and stalked over at Riley, and glared down at her in the chair. "YOU! You're the little punk girl. How dare you hit my perfect little boy, you little punk! Also, learn to respect others of a higher intelligence then you, like my son. Filthy little rug-rat!" She sneered, and walked back over to where Vernon stood, his little black eyes glaring down at Riley.

Mrs. Black glared over to the two, who dared to call her daughter her filthy little rug-rat. She pointed a finger over at them, and walked slowly up to them, glaring and smirking at them, with a look of revolution. "How. Dare. You. Never. And I mean never, call my daughter a rug-rat. You have no idea who the hell you are talking too." Mrs. Black said, in a very hush -but harsh- tone.

The principal looked around nervously, at the three adults. If she didn't do anything right now, a fight would break out, and the outcome would be a disaster! "Alright! Stop! Stop! Miss. Black, please go outside and wait with Mr. Potter." The principal snapped, and pointed at the door. Riley slowly nodded and went out the door. Only to have it slam shut with a 'bang!' She glared at the door, muttered something incoherent and sat down on the chairs with Harry.

She flopped down in her position from before. She was sitting on her backpack and resting her head on the chair pad. She looked over at Harry, who was trying not to laugh, but it was going to come out soon enough. She sighed and looked at him with question etched all over her face. "What do you think you're laughing about Harry?!" She half yelled out of confusion. "It was your face. It looked so weird, and not like. That's what made it so funny!" He said, and doubled up in laughter. Riley sighed and rolled her eyes, Harry Potter was way to hard to try and figure out on an empty stomach! 


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About five minutes later…

The school's office was still full of people. The principals' office was heating up with fire, as verbal fights were going on, the Dursley's didn't seem to want to give up any time soon, and either did Mrs. Black. The principal had given up on trying to calm them down. She retired to her computer and continued on with her report cards. She thought she might as well let the Dursley's and Mrs. Black got everyone out of his or her minds, before 'trying' to continue on. While, out in the bigger portion of the office, Harry and Riley sat there, totally bored, and running out of things to do and say. So, they decided not to talk, but make weird faces at each other. Which always ended up with them doubling up in laughter. 

The door to the tiny office then opened with a whoosh. Out walked Mrs. Black. Who looked rather angry and fuming. Her eyes were filled with anger and hate. She glared back to the people inside the tiny principal office. She said something in a low voice to the others, so that the children wouldn't hear, but they had heard it anyway.

"That is the worst thing that you could ever do! Harry didn't do anything, as for my daughter… get used to it. And keep your son away from my daughter!" She shouted, and slammed the office door so hard that the glass shook by the impact. Riley and Harry looked up at her with hopeful eyes. She sighed and sat between them, in one of the chairs.

"Sorry kids. My plan didn't work. I tried to get you out… but it didn't work out. So, you're detention is on Saturday morning. You have to be here at eight in the morning, ready to work off your detention. You have to clean this whole place, top to bottom. The way that the Janitor would do this," she started off, looking at the looks of 'this sucks!' on their downfallen faces. "Also, for the rest of this week… three days, both of you are suspended from this school. The Dursley's, don't want Harry at their house, because they think that he's going to have another 'outburst', because of what you are you're 'evil minded friend' did. But, you're welcome to come and stay at our house till Monday. Even though you don't know us very well, considering that we have all just met…" Mrs. Black said, looking at Harry.

Harry looked up at her. He nodded and got up out of his chair. "That alright with me – If it's OK with you - I don't want to be a nuisance. That's what the Dursley's think." Harry said, thinking that he would finally be far enough away from the Dursley's so that they wouldn't be able to starve and be treated like a slave. Mrs. Black nodded, and beckoned Riley to get up. Riley got up in a few seconds, threw her backpack onto her back. She smiled, and left the office with her mom and Harry. They walked down the hall, Mrs. Black telling the kids what had happened inside the office, while Harry and Riley listened carefully with full attention, breaking their attention when they had to stop and laugh at something.

Meanwhile, the Dursley's had left the office as well. Petunia glared to the retreating backs of Harry, Riley and Mrs. Black, while she tightened her grip on Dudley's shoulder. Vernon led her outside the doors and into the school parking lot. Dudley was clutching an ice pack to his nose, while looking at his parents. Petunia and Vernon were talking badly about Riley and her 'snot-nosed' mother, and what that girl had done to their 'poor little Dudley-kins. They were also talking about what an absolute awful child she was, and that her mother was a nutcase.

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The group of three walked down the hall in silence, not stopping for anything, at least until they reached Harry's locker. Harry opened up his locker with ease, looking around for where he had put his homework. He grabbed his homework, snatched his grocery bag, put the things in there and quickly and closed his locker back up. He turned around, only to see the Black's staring at him, with confusion. He looked back at them with confusion. "What's wrong? Why are you all staring at me?" He asked.

They seemed to snap out of their trance when he said something to them. Mrs. Black raised an eyebrow, looking utterly confused looking at the bag in his hand. "Harry? Don't you have a backpack or something to put your work in? Why carry a grocery bag instead, when they can break so easily. The backpacks are sturdier and stronger then cheap plastic." She said, looking at the bag. Riley, however, stayed silent. When Harry and her had been waiting for everyone to come out of the office, he had told her what he could remember of his parents, and why they had died. She looked from Harry, to her mother, and then down at the ground.

"Mum!" Riley snapped, looking up at her mum, with a look she had learned from her dad. "Don't talk about the Dursley's to Harry, especially when his parents are dead. The Dursley's hate them, that's why he has a plastic bag for a backpack. The Dursley's say that he's a nuisance and a bother to them, saying that he should have died when his parents died in a car crash seven years ago. They don't give him anything. No Christmas presents, no birthday party or presents, not even a 'Happy Birthday, Harry' etc." Riley said, looking at her mom with a 'don't ask' expression on her face. Her mother nodded in a reassuring way.

There was a silence in between the three of them, until Mrs. Black finally broke the silence. "Well. We have no business standing here longer then we have to. Kids, lets go." She said. She then turned on her heel and stormed down the hall, and out the steel doors leading to the parking lot. Harry and Riley looked at each other and shrugged. They grabbed the things of theirs on the ground, and ran down the hall after Mrs. Black. They ran by their classroom, Harry didn't look sideways, while Riley halted to a stop. The door was open a bit, so she walked right up to it. Some kids pointed at her and laughed. All she had to do was mouth 'At least I get to go home, now' then she smirked. They looked at her wishfully and slumped back down into their chairs.

Riley walked away from the door, and ran down the rest of the hall, trying to catch up with Harry and her mother. She giggled all the way down the hall, thinking of everyone in the class' faces. She smirked, as she walked outside and over to the black punch buggy. "What are you laughing about?" Her mother asked, as Riley put her backpack into the back seat, beside Harry. "I stopped by our class, the door was open, so I opened the door and called to everyone saying that I got to go home, early. Three days early." She laughed again, this time joined in by Harry. Riley's mother sighed and rolled her eyes at the two laughing kids. She put the car into drive, and drove out of the parking lot, and out onto the busy roads, leading to their house.

Within the ten to fifteen minutes that they were in the car, they managed to battle their way through all the traffic; they pulled into a stone covered driveway. They opened the door to the punch buggy and hopped out of the car. Harry gaped when he saw the house… it was bigger then he had expected, and with many wacky colours on the outside. The house sat onto of a hill, looking over the rest of Surrey, it was beautifully landscaped with trees and gardens surrounding the house. Up in the treetops of one of trees, a tree house was sitting there, high in the sky. The house was painted just as weird, the shutters to the window were painted a bright yellow, while the front oak door was red, the bricks were a pale brown and the garage door was blue with white clouds painted on it.

He was jolted out of his thoughts, when a voice called over to him. "Harry! Stop gawking around; it's just a house! You've seen at least one before! Come on!" Riley yelled from the front door. Harry nodded to her, and left the spot that he felt that he was rooted to, and slowly walked into the house, after Riley.

The inside of the house, was the same; painted in the most bizarre way. Colours splattered all over the place, when you looked at the walls, it would make you seem that they were like some kind of famous splatter type of artists. But, they were no artists. All the Blacks were; was a normal family doing normal family things. Harry was then dragged off, up the stairs and into Riley's wacky bedroom.

"You can out your things over here," She said pointing to her bed. "My mum says that you can sleep in the spare room, or you can sleep in a sleeping bag in my room." Riley said, while sitting down on the top of her desk and watching Harry put his things down on her bed.

"Yeah sure. I mean, if you don't mind sharing a room with someone you don't know," Harry said looking at her walls, which were covered with posters. "And, what is up with all the colours in this house… they look so weird." Harry said, looking at her walls, which were multi-coloured, with one wall green, blue, purple, red and yellow. Riley shrugged and waved her hand, as if Harry's question was stupid. She smirked and looked at Harry, then jumped off the desks' top.

"All I can say, we are really weird, and we like to look and act differently from everyone else. At least, that's what my parents tell me…" Riley trailed off, as footsteps were held on the stairs. The door to the bedroom swung open and Mrs. Black appeared in the doorway. "Come on kids. Dinner just arrived." She said, and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry and Riley followed her down the stairs, talking quietly to each other. "I'll explain the rest of it later to you." Riley said, as she swung the kitchen door (like the ones you see in the old west movies) and into the kitchen.

Supper was really great, the best that Harry had ever had, since he had been living with the Dursley's and receiving very little for the meals. Mrs. Black and went and ordered a pizza from a pizza store downtown. The pizza was covered in toppings, pepperoni, cheese, sausages and other things that you would find on pizzas. Between the three of them, they managed to finish of a large pizza in less then twenty minutes, and for desert they had ice cream with sprinkles coding the ice cream over.

The next three days went by fairly fast for Harry. He had no chores to do, and he was treated with respect and not like a slave, that he was like in the Dursley's house. Him and Riley spent the next three days thinking up pranks that they could use to get Dudley and his friends back for suspending them at school. They also spent some time out in Riley's tree house in the front yard that her dad had made for her. But, soon enough the fun would end… even if the two of them were up at five in the morning.

Saturday morning had arrived, even though they tried to ignore it… they couldn't get away from it. At seven o'clock in the morning the bedroom door to Riley's' room, a very tired looking Mrs. Black stood there in the door frame, looking at the two sleeping kids. She made her way across what was once Riley's bedroom floor. "Kids. Come on, you have to wake up. You have to be down at the school in an hour for your detentions. Remember?" She semi-yelled, waking them up at once.


"What is it, mom?" Riley said, sitting up and looking at her mom. "It's only seven o'clock why would we want to wake-up right now… unless it's… Saturday." She mumbled, looking down at Harry on the floor and rolling her eyes. Riley slowly got out of bed and walked over to her closet. Harry got up and left the room and into the spare room to change. After they were dressed, they quickly ate some pancakes that Mrs. Black had made, and off they went.

It was a sunny day, the birds were singing and the sky was shining a bright sky blue colour. The two walked down the driveway of the house and down the street, looking every way, wishing that they were one of the other kids. Kids were all over the street, playing games with others and having fun. Harry and Riley trudged by the playing kids, while all they were looking forward too was going to school and cleaning it spotless. They talked little on the walk to the school; both still half asleep and wishing they could be playing out on the streets as well.

By the time eight o'clock rolled around, they were just entering the school parking lot; they walked across the deserted lot, and in through the doors leading into the school. When they entered the door they came face to face with two different people. The mean looking janitor was there, (he wasn't really mean though) and an angry looking Miss. Snape.

"You're late," She snapped, looking at her watch, the two kids looked at each other and sighed. "I think that it's time to split the dream team up. Miss. Black! You will come with me down this hallway and clean everything until it suits my will. Mr. Potter! You will go with the janitor, Mr. Fletcher and clean everything until it suits his will." She said, glaring at the two kids, with disgust. "Come with me, Black." She sneered and grabbed some of Riley's t-shirt and dragged her down the other hallway. "Come with me, Mr. Potter." The janitor said, and set off down the hall, Harry right behind him.

'Great… I'm away from the Dursley's and I still get treated a slave.' Harry thought, as he followed the retreating back of the janitor. They walked down the hall, and stopped at the end of the hallway. Harry gasped knowing there they were going to start—the kindergarten area! 'Please no! I'm going to be here all day… just trying to clean up the kindergarten area. I'll just be as messy when Monday comes back.' Harry thought, he looked up at the janitor who was looking down at him.

"Now, you don't have to clean everything up. Just put the things in the right places were they are supposed to go, and then clean the floors. Do this for all of the classrooms and the halls. Oh, and Miss. Snape says that she wants you to clean the picture frames as well." The janitor explained. Harry sighed and walked into the room. He gasped at what he saw, and his glasses almost fell of the end of his nose. He pushed his glasses up, and looked around. The floor was covered with stiffed animals, and plastic toys. Harry walked into the room, being carefully of what he was stepping in. He started picking up toys that had been chewed on, along with some toys that had lost eyes, ears and other parts due to chewing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the school…

"BLACK! You are to clean all these paintings until I can see my face in them. Until then you will be in my control. Also, while you're at it you little maggot, wash these floors and the classrooms." Miss. Snape snapped glaring down at Riley. Riley sighed. She walked into the storage closet; she grabbed a bucket, filled it with water and a sponge. She walked back out of the closet, and over to the front of the first painting. She pulled her sleeves up past her elbow, and started scrubbing the painting clean, with Miss. Snape breathing down her neck.

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Lunchtime…

"Can I take a break now, and go for lunch. Please?" Riley begged, figuring out that the teacher hated bragging when she had asked her to go to the bathroom. Miss. Snape sighed from her chair, and waved her hand around, impatiently.

"Fine! Go on, get out off my sight." She snapped. Riley smirked and ran down the hall, and around the corner, trying to figure out exactly where Harry might be. She ran all the way down to the hall, where she had last seen Harry, and walked down the hall, poking her head in every class, looking for one of her best friends. She soon found him in the Kindergarten ward; he was just putting the room back together. The toys were all off the floor and were now sitting on the shelves and everywhere else he could think of putting the many toys in the room.

"Hey Harry! How's it going?" Riley asked, pulling out a little kindergarten chair, she sat down on the floor cross-legged and sat by the table. "What's for lunch, Mr. Helper?" She asked in a little girl's voice. Harry rolled his eyes and laughed at the look on Riley's face.

"Funny Riley. I'm almost done this room, now. And, it's the biggest of them all. Considering, this is where all the kindergartens hang out. Look at all these toys," Harry said, pointing to the room full with stuffed animals and little outside toys. "How about you, and the Snapper?" He continued on.

Riley huffed, and crossed her arms on the little table. "She's horrible! I have to clean all the paintings on the other side of school, until she can see her face in them, they I have to clean the floor and the classrooms. Wanna go and get some lunch? I'm starving!" Riley said, standing up from the table, and putting the chair back in. Harry nodded, while he put the last of the toys away. The two left the classroom, but they were blocked when the janitor looked at them. Harry and Riley's faces paled, thinking they had to do more work.

"You don't have to work anymore kids. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me for lunch. I have this place upstairs, with a bunch of things you'll be surprised to see." Mr. Fletcher said. The kids nodded and followed him up this 'room' that was supposed to be hidden from the rest of the school — which it was.

The room was up in the attic, which no one would accept, of all the things. The only thing the janitor had to do was pull down the 'fire drill buzzer, and one of the tiles from the ceiling disappeared and a string was attached to the board. The board came down, revealing steps. They walked up into the attic, which had some furniture and other things up there. They spent their lunchtime up there, eating and laughing. But, soon enough it was time to go back and work off the rest of their detention. Riley departed and walked the rest of the school, while Harry went down the stairs and moved onto cleaning the first graders mess.

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Few hours later…

Harry had finished most of his detention; all he had left to do was the floors of this part of the school. He walked slowly back towards the kindergarten ward, to clean the floors there. He walked past the stairs leading to Mr. Fletcher's little 'office' he grinned and walked up the steps. Once he reached the top he walked around the dusty floor and over to where the janitor sat. He tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around.

"What is it Harry?" He asked, wondering what he could be wanting. "Is there any faster way to clean the floors down stairs? Because, if I do it with my hands, I'll be here till I'm dead." Harry said, suppressing a laugh. He smiled, and walked down the stairs, Harry right behind him. They walked over to his storage closet. Once he opened it and found what he was looking for, he brought it out to show Harry.

It looked like a semi-monster. It had a big mop at the bottom that went around in a circle; it had a handle with a bunch of buttons on it, and the 'vacuum' part of it where all of the objects it sucked up went. "Now… all you have to do is press this big red button, labelled 'Start' it will start, and then just push it along, and it'll clean the floor, without a sweat." He explained. Harry nodded and turned the machine on, pushing it across the floor.

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Harry had just finished all his part of the school. He had also took the machine down to Riley's side of the school, cleaning what he could without Miss. Snape seeing or hearing him and the machine. He put the machine back in the closet, locked it up, and was going to tell Mr. Fletcher that he was going to see how Riley was doing. He agreed, and gave Harry some weird looking things that had been up in the attic for a while, thinking that him and his friends would find it interesting because he had no need of it. Harry thanked him many times, put the objects in his backpack and descended down the stairs, through all hallways and over to where Riley's side was.

It just happened, that Riley had finished her side as well. Miss. Snape had gotten angry with her when she couldn't clean the floors, without getting the mud on her shoes on the clean floor. So, scratch that from the 'to do' list. It only left the paintings and the other cleaning in the classrooms.

It was still sunny out, the birds were singing and the sky was still shining, but it was starting to set, it muist have been later then they thought! A sure sign that summer was right around the corner. The two of them left the school, talking about how mean Miss. Snape was, and how nice the janitor was. That's when Harry brought up what the janitor had told him, and then he showed Riley the things he had received.

"Hmm…" Riley stated off, looking at the objects in the backpack. "What is it all? It's looks like it's from the 70's! Maybe my mom will know what all this is. I mean, she was born around then. Let's go, Riley laughed and grabbed the bag from Harry's hand.

"Hey! Come back here." Harry said, running down the street after Riley, who turned sharply, slowing down when she tried to run up her steep driveway. Harry caught up with her in no time, and up the driveway they went and into the house they went, to show Riley's mom what they got.

To be continued…                What's the things that the Janitor gave Harry? Wait and see. Please R&R!!

Fire Spirt.